Monday, September 14, 2009

Saying Goodbye

It was a strange and sad weekend, but ultimately for the good of all. This weekend, my pesky, little cat moved to a kindly couple’s farm in rural Illinois. It was not a decision made lightly. Though I was very fond of his companionship, his ability to play fetch, and his warm, furry self in the wintertime, Larry was also mean to all guests who came through, and made weekend visitors very uncomfortable. He wouldn’t be afraid of people and run hide; he would be afraid of people, and rush to attack and intimidate. It’s actually a wonder I kept him as long as I did, but I usually would just lock him in a bedroom until my visitors left.

Now he will be able to run and play outside to his hearts content, and his new owner has a good heart and understanding of cat behavior. God’s provision of a safe home for a mean little cat like Larry is certainly encouraging to me. Maybe there is a place for everyone. (I think of kids I’ve known in worse circumstances, and say a little prayer).

Today I’m doing a deep clean- getting all the little piles of cat hair that used to collect despite my best intentions. I keep noticing all the ways I adapted myself to this cat when I instinctively pull the door to the basement shut behind me so he doesn’t follow, or when I open a crinkly wrapper, I find myself looking up for him to come running. It’s a bittersweet moment. I will miss him and his many cute habits. I won’t miss other things at all.